The dream


Once I was a tigress. A real one. I didn’t know about being a woman, and remembered none of my other life. I had always been and loved being the queen of the cónglín.

One day, the tigress fell asleep and dreamt of being a girl who never remembered her life as a queen either, for the only life that mattered was the real one she had right there.

The girl that I was really enjoyed meditating, but that time she cleared her mind so deep she could see her time in the jungle and her time in the village. So confused she got, she ran to her master.

“Sifu! I had a dream I was a tigress dreaming I was a girl. Am I the tigress dreaming of being a human or the girl dreaming of being an animal?”

Sifu chuckled, rubbed the top of her head and said:

“Yes.”

Then sent me back to sleep. Motherfucker!

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